Testament in the form of a nursery rhyme

(1975)

 

 

Excuse me children

I can't leave you

illustrious epigraphs

a painful life

offended by evil

show wounds

battles or martyrs

sublime examples

paid for all.

 

I can leave you

a street in Damascus

- boring work,

hidden, safe

dug in the dark -

 

and an uncertain step

curious and attentive

or a trivial evil

cured over time.

 

And sweet blackmail.

 

Balls and tricks

- the hateful past -

that I dissolve with difficulty

hidden in a song.

 

Other than telling you

without that - just -

do you laugh so much?

 

Without that sounds

this my saying, pride?